music is a shot of euphoria. gets the rhythm in my feet. and the blues in my soul.
no doubt about it. my dog loves the sound of the piano.
set to change hearts and minds.
double brown faces. two lighter brown crates. a right preserved universe. whose breath teases my legs. wooden interior rests. with passion, i am wrought. sensual, still, arresting. a piece of heaven i've bought.
this is how it felt.
sitting. senses, absorb, immerse. leave the mind aside, let the head lose its balance. then everything becomes something else. everything becomes related but independent contemporarily. and you go, "now thats what i'm looking for".
spiteful, bitter, demanding, nostalgic. what kinda combination is that.
the night uncovers fissures from down under.
me and mrs. jones we got a thing going on we both know that its wrong but its much too strong to let it go now.
perfection at 6:38 AM
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Friday, November 21, 2008
rock era: the art.
this is toying with my head. a churn too sophisticated.
idealism. is thrown in our faces in every possible way. these refined childhood make-believe tales. no more, no less.
i'd like to pick up a Queens, New York accent. even as a white elephant. yes, i'd like that very much.
there truly exists. the people who bring out the best in you.
Eva Cassidy's "Fields Of Gold" is haunting. in the most soothing and beautiful way. maybe because it was one of her last songs performed. before she passed on. what a talent.
can i cherish, sing just like that. like there will be no tomorrow?
you'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley you can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold.
perfection at 6:02 PM
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
recently, certain songs have been stuck in my head on certain days. then i just end up googling them on imeem and having a blast. today, the song is "God Is Good" by Don Moen. something from way back when i was a kid. good stuff.
God is good, all the time. He put His song of praise in this heart of mine. God is good, all the time. Through the darkest night, His light will shine. God is good, God is good. All the time.
If you're walking through the valley. There are shadows all around. Do not fear, He will guide you. He will keep you safe and sound. He has promised to never leave you. Or forsake you. And His word is true.
We were sinners and so unworthy. Still for us He chose to die. Filled us with His Holy Spirit. Now we can stand and testify. That His love is everlasting. And His mercies. They will never end.
Though I may not understand. All the plans You have for me. My life is in Your hands. And through the eyes of faith I can clearly see.
God is good, all the time. He put His song of praise in this heart of mine. God is good, all the time. Through the darkest night, His light will shine. God is good, He's so good. All the time.
perfection at 7:04 AM
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Saturday, November 15, 2008
and next up, our latest circus attraction. the disappearing act.
look what university has done to me. so take a look at me now. cause there's just an empty space.
i had this very odd thought during econs lecture today. that humans. we invent our own games. from marbles to tennis to exchange rates. stress and motivation is self-inflicted.
can you miss. but not do anything about it?
ninety miles outside Chicago cant stop driving, i dont know why so many questions, i need an answer.
perfection at 3:55 PM
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Friday, November 14, 2008
morgan baby. i think of you so every now and then. know and trust you're always close to my heart. love you, son.
next sem will be better thought out.
we are a population of insufficiently-informed people. and yet, we behave otherwise.
sticklers and puritans, this is my take. the preciseness of technicalities need not necessarily outweigh the emphasis put on showmanship by a large margin. it is a strict standard which i expect of myself. but it is not worth depriving your audience of an awesome time because of your overly-cautious treading.
a new vantage point.
i'm never gonna dance again guilty feet have got no rhythm.
perfection at 9:44 AM
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
exams. they arent creeping up slowly. they're blatantly running in my direction.
elitist genre. seeing, hearing, discriminating. the strive for unanimity. contradicted by the fear of ubiquitousness. what should or should not be. by whose standards may we be judged. are they the insane majority. or we, the unreasonable minority. acceptance proves a feat. for it is precisely this, that dynamism comprises.
too muted for too long. i need a different context. wandering excessively in places familiar. can i get some change please. i warmly invite tough training again.
where am i?
goodness gracious. is it possible to insert five "actually"s in a sentence during a presentation? given the stressful situation, one or two is forgivable. but five is a glaring amount way over the top, my friend. its worse than the other widely-used pause-filler. and i guess we didnt start off on the same foot. so lets all go for presentation etiquette classes, shall we now?
readymade, readymade baby oughta celebrate readymade, readymade and now its time to deviate.
perfection at 12:47 PM
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Saturday, November 01, 2008
revive the vinyl records. for good music's sake.
i'd love to perform Michael Buble's "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" at someone's wedding.
its days like these when the world on my end is warm and calming. and i gotta find a way to capture this beauty in understandable permanence.
a haircut is so not worth it. my hair grows at an amazing rate. and its only been three weeks.
because i was thrown to the wolves and expected to fend for myself. empathy and sensitivity followed.
some people say that love's a game a game you just cant win if there's a way, i'll find it someday and then this fool will rush in put your head on my shoulder.
perfection at 8:27 PM
theJOURNEY.
theTUNES.
what sing you.
theMUSICIAN.
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